a/n: Hey thanks to every single one of you out there who actually posted.
I honestly didn't think there would be that many. I'll put individual
thanks at the end of this chapter. First let me clear up a few things to
all of you.
1) No, I don't hate my story quite the contrary actually I just never
expected many people to read it let alone review too.
2) I have no idea where that damnable thing called a plot is at the
current. so those of you who guessed as to what the conversation between
Madam Pomfrey and Prof Sprout was talking about, don't bother because I
don't honestly know myself but suggestions are welcome. Though I have to
warn you that I may abandon all hopes of there ever being a plot because
random snoggings are just so much more fun. and I don't know what made me
make Ron forget what happened that morning, he just struck me as the
forgetful type.
3) The reason that I am not posting the chapters that I have written
now is because I want to be able to post at least one chapter a week and I
am currently suffering from the worst case writer's block ever heard of.
But believe me when I say suggestions are always welcome as well as
constructive criticism and flames. but please, for my sake, be creative.
Title: A Fire Within Rating: R Pairing: RW/DM; HP/HG Spoiler: Harry Potter 1-4 Warning: This story is slash (which means there is m/m sichy-ations in case you didn't know). All kiddies, homophobes, close-minded people beware. Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these brilliant characters belong to me. Neither does their world. Luckily, the freedom of speech has empowered me to take control of their actions and use them for my own devices, but I'm not getting paid to do so.
And without further ado Chapter 2: A Boysenberry Lie ________________________________________________________________________
Hermione had decided by late afternoon that Ron had definitely been lying. She left the library in search of him only to run into Harry. He pulled her into a nearby broom closet and locked the door. He gently kissed her lips, then her neck, moving progressively southward. She ran her fingers through his silky hair before realizing what she had intended to do before she had been so pleasantly interrupted.
"Harry," she began, "I can't do this right now..." but he interjected.
"Sure you can. See." He kissed her mouth, gently parting her lips with his tongue, holding her in an embrace. She hesitated, then pulled away.
"No, Harry. I really have to go. I know something is bugging Ron and I need to talk to him about it." she said almost regretfully. She really did want to be in that closet, enjoying the moment with Harry, but something told her that she needed to talk to Ron even more. Harry just looked at her with sad eyes so that she had to look away from him so she wasn't tempted to stay. Finally Harry let her go and unlocked the door. Quietly she made her way through the halls pausing at the picture of the fat lady to remember the password. "slash" she muttered wondering what possessed her to choose such an obscure password. She quietly entered the common room.
"Ron, are you here?"
No answer came from the silent room except the crackling of fire that was soon to be non-existent. She checked the armchairs just in case he had maybe fallen asleep in one of them, but no, he hadn't. She climbed the stairs to the boy's dormitory. When she reached the door, she knocked, not wanting to walk in and see something unexpected.
"Who is it?" came the muffled reply.
"It's me, Hermione. Can I come in? I need to talk to you."
"Ya sure. Come on in, Hermione." he answered. She opened the door and went in. He was sitting at the end of his bed, his eyes were almost as red as his hair. He had been crying.
"Hey, Ron, something wrong?" she questioned. "Your eyes are all red."
"No, I'm fine. I guess it was the boysenberry syrup we had this morning. I must be allergic." he answered. Hermione saw through this lie right away. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
"Well it's just that for the past few days, you've seen kind of upset about something. And even this morning, you only ate one pancake. Then you left."
"I told you, I'm not feeling well. I just need some rest. I'll be fine."
"Are you sure? You know if something's wrong, you can tell me."
"There's nothing wrong. Everything is fine except for the fact that I have a headache." He sounded exasperated.
"Well, okay then." Of course she didn't believe him but she didn't want to upset him further. "Will you be at supper then?" hoping desperately to change the subject.
"Maybe if I'm feeling better." He just wanted her to leave. He needed to be alone. She wouldn't understand. She had been with Harry from the start. Maybe neither of them knew it but those two were just meant to be together. How can he explain something like this to them?
"All right. See you then, I guess. Hope you're feeling better."
"Yeah, me too." After she walked out he walked over to his trunk and opened it. He carefully opened a hidden compartment and withdrew a small leather book with black pages. Next he took out a quill and a small mount of silver ink. He opened the book to a page void of text and began to write. ________________________________________________________________________
a/n: OK now apologies. I started typing this chapter maybe a month ago and I just forgot about it but I have an excuse (even if it isn't really a good one) there were two festivals in town on consecutive weekends and I was very busy attending both of them because I love the rides. also I would've typed more last week but on Mon I had my 1st orthodontist appointment and on Thurs (very much to my surprise) I got braces so I was too upset to post. One thousand and one apologies to those of you who actually were waiting for this chapter but I have a couple stories that I recommend you read while waiting for me to post next time. Fire and Ice by Just Silver is one of the best slash stories I have read in a while. also Any story by my good friend Mermaid of the Moon is sure to be a good read. though I don't believe she has any of the slash genre yet. okay on to the thanks
I was really surprised by the number of reviews I got in the first week and I don't think a single one was a flame. :) YAY! you all love me!!!
Thanks to: Just Silver (my first review YAY!), Maggie, no doubt 13, Elise, Buttercup angel, little lisa (yes it was the book I was writing in school, how observant of you, but I haven't posted the whole thing yet), TicTac, CherrieBomb (thanks for the tip) Shaman of The Babble, Mermaid of the Moon, Harry Potter girl, Kat, Ax, Kristie, panda g. pinke (life without the Guy is boring, who am I supposed to make fun of now?), Ceitlin Malefoy, Nurikoholic, orcandco, Hyperactive_Wabit, Leila Angel Nikki, Michael Crosswhite, and Azeria.
I love everyone of you, even those of you who didn't review (you know who you are) at least you gave my story a chance but next time read AND review, it makes the world a better place.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Helga of Wurm~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Title: A Fire Within Rating: R Pairing: RW/DM; HP/HG Spoiler: Harry Potter 1-4 Warning: This story is slash (which means there is m/m sichy-ations in case you didn't know). All kiddies, homophobes, close-minded people beware. Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these brilliant characters belong to me. Neither does their world. Luckily, the freedom of speech has empowered me to take control of their actions and use them for my own devices, but I'm not getting paid to do so.
And without further ado Chapter 2: A Boysenberry Lie ________________________________________________________________________
Hermione had decided by late afternoon that Ron had definitely been lying. She left the library in search of him only to run into Harry. He pulled her into a nearby broom closet and locked the door. He gently kissed her lips, then her neck, moving progressively southward. She ran her fingers through his silky hair before realizing what she had intended to do before she had been so pleasantly interrupted.
"Harry," she began, "I can't do this right now..." but he interjected.
"Sure you can. See." He kissed her mouth, gently parting her lips with his tongue, holding her in an embrace. She hesitated, then pulled away.
"No, Harry. I really have to go. I know something is bugging Ron and I need to talk to him about it." she said almost regretfully. She really did want to be in that closet, enjoying the moment with Harry, but something told her that she needed to talk to Ron even more. Harry just looked at her with sad eyes so that she had to look away from him so she wasn't tempted to stay. Finally Harry let her go and unlocked the door. Quietly she made her way through the halls pausing at the picture of the fat lady to remember the password. "slash" she muttered wondering what possessed her to choose such an obscure password. She quietly entered the common room.
"Ron, are you here?"
No answer came from the silent room except the crackling of fire that was soon to be non-existent. She checked the armchairs just in case he had maybe fallen asleep in one of them, but no, he hadn't. She climbed the stairs to the boy's dormitory. When she reached the door, she knocked, not wanting to walk in and see something unexpected.
"Who is it?" came the muffled reply.
"It's me, Hermione. Can I come in? I need to talk to you."
"Ya sure. Come on in, Hermione." he answered. She opened the door and went in. He was sitting at the end of his bed, his eyes were almost as red as his hair. He had been crying.
"Hey, Ron, something wrong?" she questioned. "Your eyes are all red."
"No, I'm fine. I guess it was the boysenberry syrup we had this morning. I must be allergic." he answered. Hermione saw through this lie right away. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
"Well it's just that for the past few days, you've seen kind of upset about something. And even this morning, you only ate one pancake. Then you left."
"I told you, I'm not feeling well. I just need some rest. I'll be fine."
"Are you sure? You know if something's wrong, you can tell me."
"There's nothing wrong. Everything is fine except for the fact that I have a headache." He sounded exasperated.
"Well, okay then." Of course she didn't believe him but she didn't want to upset him further. "Will you be at supper then?" hoping desperately to change the subject.
"Maybe if I'm feeling better." He just wanted her to leave. He needed to be alone. She wouldn't understand. She had been with Harry from the start. Maybe neither of them knew it but those two were just meant to be together. How can he explain something like this to them?
"All right. See you then, I guess. Hope you're feeling better."
"Yeah, me too." After she walked out he walked over to his trunk and opened it. He carefully opened a hidden compartment and withdrew a small leather book with black pages. Next he took out a quill and a small mount of silver ink. He opened the book to a page void of text and began to write. ________________________________________________________________________
a/n: OK now apologies. I started typing this chapter maybe a month ago and I just forgot about it but I have an excuse (even if it isn't really a good one) there were two festivals in town on consecutive weekends and I was very busy attending both of them because I love the rides. also I would've typed more last week but on Mon I had my 1st orthodontist appointment and on Thurs (very much to my surprise) I got braces so I was too upset to post. One thousand and one apologies to those of you who actually were waiting for this chapter but I have a couple stories that I recommend you read while waiting for me to post next time. Fire and Ice by Just Silver is one of the best slash stories I have read in a while. also Any story by my good friend Mermaid of the Moon is sure to be a good read. though I don't believe she has any of the slash genre yet. okay on to the thanks
I was really surprised by the number of reviews I got in the first week and I don't think a single one was a flame. :) YAY! you all love me!!!
Thanks to: Just Silver (my first review YAY!), Maggie, no doubt 13, Elise, Buttercup angel, little lisa (yes it was the book I was writing in school, how observant of you, but I haven't posted the whole thing yet), TicTac, CherrieBomb (thanks for the tip) Shaman of The Babble, Mermaid of the Moon, Harry Potter girl, Kat, Ax, Kristie, panda g. pinke (life without the Guy is boring, who am I supposed to make fun of now?), Ceitlin Malefoy, Nurikoholic, orcandco, Hyperactive_Wabit, Leila Angel Nikki, Michael Crosswhite, and Azeria.
I love everyone of you, even those of you who didn't review (you know who you are) at least you gave my story a chance but next time read AND review, it makes the world a better place.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Helga of Wurm~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~